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GM: Ginny
Players: Ginny, Dr. North, Walker, Sammie
Synopsis: The gang goes to liberate a previously stolen car from another gang.
Date: December 11 2082
Finally, the day of the job has arrived Meaning Ginny tossed everyone into her Van. Where she seems to have even lit incense. And… as everyone gets in, she pulls actual, printed horoscopes out "Right. Chloe, you should do fine. Sammie… avoid lobster today, vital for your health…. Walker." she stops "Try not to step on dung beetles. Stepping on dung beetles might prove vital." she offers, entirely earnest apparently. Whoever is in the back seat already has an awkward position, sharing it with a… cardboard cutout of an action trideo star, armed to the Teeth. He even has a name tag, saying 'Bob'
Taking the scrap of paper wordlessly, Walker spends a moment scanning the thing before glancing up with an amused smirk on his face. "Tempted to get a second opinion on that, but we got more important things to do," he comments wryly as he shifts his armoured vest slightly under his clothing to scratch an itch, "Besides, most days I make my own luck." He flops into the back beside Bob, giving the cardboard cutout a brief once-over before assuming a very careful poker face.
Unless someone else insists on riding shotgun, then Chloe will claim that spot in the front of the van. She looks real shady at the moment, with a beanie over her black hair and a hoodie with some Korean writing printed on and the hood worn up. She puts on a pair of cotton gloves and a pair of surgical gloves on top of that. Because of course she always has surgical gloves with her. "I think having lobster is more detrimental to your credstick's health than anything," she remarks and checks her dartgun.
Sammie sits back in the back seat need to bob with a smirk on her face, the small redhead dressed in a skin tighty armoed fullsuit with a long coat over the top of it, the hilt of a swrod poking out from under neath it, she mummers softly, "I'll stay away for eatin bugs today." she grins up at Ginny before looking between the other two.
Ginny meanwhile… is dressed in a mechanics jumpsuit, absolutely not really fitting in "Right. So no Lobster Thermidor to celebrate." she teases "Peking duck?" she muses "Or maybe… I found a recipe for Char Siu…" she offers, driving the Van close, idly pulling a hidden compartment out, pulling some chips out to munch on them "Snacks anyone?" she asks "Bob not giving you any trouble?"
"If he does I'll set him on fire," Walker promises with a wicked grin, "Chinese food sounds good though." Though the shaman has a pistol in a slimline holster at his waist, he doesn't seem bothered about checking it over. The four knives secreted about his waist and torso are checked over though, as if to ensure he knows where they are more than anything else: clasps and buckles tightened and double-checked.
"I'd be surprised if the word 'vegetarian' even exists in the Chinese language," Chloe says, not sounding all too thrilled with having char siu. She puts her gun away, tucking it into a holster hidden in the small of her back. "So, did we manage to locate that car over at the garage? And was there any security to speak of?"
Sammie mummers soflty, "Chinese would be ok." she shift pulling a beenie down over her hair, as she get readyto hit the target. She taps her foot with nervous energy, sliping her Taccom, earpiece into her ear.
Ginny stops, muching on her chips as she pulls up, tapping her chin "Something of an appropriate shape at least. So, we are more off on our luck there…" she muses, crunching "Walker? Was there much in the way of security?" she asks, smiling at Chloe "I mean, the word exists… and we likely only have the money for the soy version." she offers, getting her taccom "Sooo… security, think I saw a guy or two…" she muses, reaching for her RC deck, finger over the drone release "Awaiting permission for lift-off!" she jokes
"Two with cyber, one was actually a mage," Walker reports promptly on the subject of security, "Maybe a dozen on site in total but hard to know from an astral pass how many are security. No idea on the car itself: I can't spot that from the astral. Ginny did you get a positive ID with the stealth drone? I can scope the interior with magic if we need but it'll be a bit tricky through the wards." With the subject of work live, his sense of humour seems to have departed.
Chloe drops the banter as well once it's time to do some work. "Must be some pricy cars in there if they've got that kind of security detail. Mages aren't cheap to hire." She looks over to Ginny sitting next to her as the RC deck is reached for, then looks out the window. Perhaps sad she doesn't have any more toys to bring out before the job.
Sammie nods and says, "Do we go in quiet or loud?" checking her pistols as she speak, her eyes downcast, looking at the iron.
Ginny stops "What I *pressume* to be our goal was towards the end of the hall, covered by a sheet." she offers, tilting her head "So, best I can say is…. 90 percent sure, but at least something in the appropriate price range… unless someone modded their Honda out." she offers, looking back "I am sure I saw a cyber *Arm*." she offers "No clue how the mage looks, sadly." she sighs, looking out, finger still above the release of the rack "Once I lift off… we are loud." she just supplies, looking into her mirror
"Quiet if we can, loud if we have to," Walker replies as if this were like asking what colour the sky was. Glancing between Chloe and Sammie the shaman continues, "I can keep us unseen on the way in, just a question of where we go from there really: the more spells I'm holding up the less use I'll be elsewhere."
"Always go for quiet," Chloe concurs and pulls up a scarf to cover her mouth and nose. "We get in there some safe way, locate the car… then I suppose we'll drive off wit.
Sammie nods and says, "Alright then." she places her hand on the hilt of her sword and says soflty, "I will follow your lead."
Ginny stops "It does sound simple." she offers, opening the door, to open the back door "Think you still need an MG?" she asks via coms "I have one terrestrial drone in the back." a stop "And a smoke generator." she continues, nodding down the road. Where, if they follow, it turns out there is only one guard guarding the gate
"Keep them on standby," Walker advises with a weary grin that suggests he's seen things go from quiet to loud too many times to discount the possibility. Stepping out of the van, he quickly throws up his hood to evoke 'Frag it's cold! Why am I working my hoop off on a day like this?' before heading for the nearest alley to get some cover. "Either of you good with locks?" he asks the pair getting out with him.
Sammie shakas her head and mummers, "Not really." as she pulls a mask up overface leaving jsut her eyes exposed, her boots crunching into the snow at the side of the road.
Chloe quietly slips out of the van, gently closing the door behind her and stretches a bit once she's out. Even though it's chilly enough for her breath to be visible, she doesn't seem phased by it - in fact, she probably loves it. She didn't pick that surname for no reason. She tucks her hands in the pocket of her hoodie and tags along with the others towards the alley. "Only hemlock," she replies to Walker in a supreme display of dry humour with an absolute deadpan delivery. "But seriously no, electronics isn't my thing.
Ginny shrugs as she steps in, firing both the smoke generator and a Doberman up, both drones following behind the trio "So… that means I need to physically come over?" she deadpans "Probably not the sort of lock one can just punch their way past."
«Auto-Judge[]» Walker (#12094) rolls Sorcery + Spell Pool: 7 + 2 (Totem) vs TN 3 for "6D Stunbolt "Nap time."":
1 1 1 1 1 1 1 2 2 2 4 5 5 8 11 17 = 6 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Walker (#12094) rolls Willpower vs TN 2 for "2D stun drain":
1 1 2 2 2 3 4 5 5 5 5 7 8 10 = 12 Successes
Walker doesn't bother waiting when he spots the lone guard patrolling the alley. An almost imperceptible glimmer flickers in the elf's eyes as a bolt of mana lashes out through astral space to catapult the unfortunate man into sleep. As he slumps to the ground, Walker hurries over to check him over. "Pockets," he prompts the others as he disarms the sleeping man and starts looking for weapons.
Sammie hurrys up behind walker, pulling a pair of zip ties out as she move to kneel next to the uncouncious man and mummers softly, "Smooth." glancing to walker, waiting for him to finish his search before binding the man with plastic.
Chloe's gaze follows the man stumble and fall over as the bolt of invisible force hits him and knocks him out colt, as if he was the ball in a particularly short and decisive game of tennis. As Sammie moves up to cuff the guy, the elven woman remains still and instead checks further down the street in case somebody saw something. "Should probably have a keycard, unless they all use numpads."
Ginny just sits there, blinking 'Well, that was… good.' she offers, nobody reacting as Walker finds a keycard 'Off into the unknown?' she offers, the crunching increasing as Ginny becomes nervous, Walker finding a cheap Streetline Special… covered in golden plastic, the height of tackiness.
Once they're up close to the building, the doc readies her dart gun again, manually cocking the pistol to chamber a chemical dart, also activating the holographic sight on top of the gun that lights up with a faint red light. She holds it on the ready, nodding to Walker. "Ready."
Sammie slips up behind Walker drawing her sword not wanting to bring the irons out and cause noise to early, she not to walker, her body set to spring forward at a moments notice.
There is a whir coming from the drone, signalling agreement. And once the door opens, revealing a well-lit garage. Close, with their back to the door, next to a yellow Volgswagen Electro, there is one of the cyberguys, wielding some large shotgun, laughing with a guy 'So, Cem, you woldn't believe what face the guy pulled when I was robbing him! Oh man, the look in his eyes!' he starts with a grin, talking to a dwarf, who ISN'T concealed by the car, the dwarf appealing to wield an intricate axe… and wearing metal armor as if he stepped out of Tolkien. No helmet, though.
«Auto-Judge[]» Walker (#12094) rolls Sorcery + Spell Pool: 7 + 2 (Totem) vs TN 4 for "F2 Levitate *CLONKsplatter!*":
2 2 2 3 3 3 4 4 4 4 5 5 5 5 10 17 = 10 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Walker (#12094) rolls Willpower vs TN 3 for "3M stun drain":
1 2 2 2 3 3 4 5 5 5 9 10 10 11 = 10 Successes
Making eye contact with the others briefly, Walker holds up three fingers, conspicuously mouthing out a countdown as he peers into the garage. On the far side of the illuminated space an aging paint can briefly develops a life of its own to tumble from the shelf with a satisfying clatter at the same time the shaman's final finger comes down into an emphatic clenched fist.
As Walkers finger close into a fist, Sammie tries to slip into the garage, trying to quickly, quietly move behind cover, closing some of the distance to the pair of gaurds, hoping to use the distraction to get nearer
Chloe looks a bit surprised too as stuff in the far end of the room begins to move, but when Sammie decides to move in, she does the same but to an opposite direction, moving in low and making a roll across the floor towards anything tall enough to act as concealment.
Chloe quickly hides herself behind a relatively distant purple Mustang, while Sammie finds cover behind a tool box, the drones remaining at the entrance for now. And the whole crew, turns over where a heavily tatooed, lanky elf is seen cursing, having been covered in lime green paint.
"Painted one's the mage!" Walker hisses urgently to the others as he darts past to find cover behind some shelving, "Take care of her and the chrome and I'll handle the rest!" Once in cover, the elf's fingers start to reflexively flicker through patterns of geometric shapes in a steady rhythm.
«Auto-Judge[]» Walker (#12094) rolls Initiative with a result of 15.
«Auto-Judge[]» Dr North (#13300) rolls Initiative with a result of 18.
«Auto-Judge[]» Sammie (#14228) rolls Initiative with a result of 17.
«Auto-Judge[]» Dr North (#13300) rolls Pistols + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 5 for "Pshht! *air gun sound*":
2 2 3 3 4 5 11 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Dr North (#13300) rolls Pistols + Combat Pool: 3 - 2 vs TN 5 for "Rerolling for 1KP":
1 1 2 3 4 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Ginny (#14136) rolls 3 vs TN 6 for "+2 for a bucket on her head":
5 5 7 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Ginny (#14136) rolls 2 vs TN 6 for "Resisting the dart":
2 4 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Sammie (#14228) rolls Edged Weapons + Combat Pool: 2 vs TN 4:
2 2 4 4 4 4 5 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Ginny (#14136) rolls 4 + 1 vs TN 4 for "AXE TO MEET YOU!":
1 2 3 4 4 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Ginny (#14136) rolls 3 + 3 vs TN 8 for "2 IA":
1 3 3 4 5 7 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Ginny (#14136) rolls 3 vs TN 8 for "Proneness check":
2 4 5 = 0 Successes
After the can of paint flies off the shelf and the commotion begins, Chloe bites her lip as she hunkers down behind her cover. Muttering some very profane words in Sperethiel to herself, she hears what sounds like the entire damn gang show up. But still, something has to be done. She decides to turns around, pop up over the hood of the Mustang, raising her gun. She closes one eye as she aims through the holosight, then squeezes the trigger. The air-powered gun makes a low hiss, then spits out a projectile that hits the mage right in the neck. Chloe then drops down again behind her cover, racking the slide of the gun to chamber a new dart. On the other side, the mage goes quiet and a few seconds later the Narcoject has spread throughout her bloodstream, knocking her unconscious and dropping to the floor, the can of paint rolling away, leaving behind a green crescent on the floor.
As the action begins, Sammie darts suddently out from behind cover and chargers the pair of cybered up meat head sliding between the two with a wicked slay of her sword at the sword at the axe whielding dwarf, hoping to inconpacitate him before trouble really start droping sliding into a defensive stance to face off against the other moments after her sword makes contact with the first.
«Auto-Judge[]» Walker (#12094) rolls Sorcery + Spell Pool: 7 + 2 (Totem) vs TN 5 for "6S Stunball, TN4 for Cyberfella, TN11 for Sammie due to shielding":
2 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 4 5 5 7 7 9 10 17 = 7 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Walker (#12094) rolls Willpower vs TN 2 for "2D drain":
2 2 4 4 4 4 4 5 5 5 7 7 7 10 = 14 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Ginny (#14136) rolls 2 + 4 vs TN 8 for "Cyberdude resists":
1 1 2 2 3 8 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Ginny (#14136) rolls 3 for "Let's roll for 4 mooks at once":
2 5 13
«Auto-Judge[]» Sammie (#14228) rolls Willpower + 8 vs TN 6:
1 2 3 3 3 4 4 5 5 5 8 = 1 Success
As the mage drops, some of the tension seems to leave Walker's face. "You're a doll, Doc!" he calls as this time his eyes light up brighter, first glowing and then seeming to burst into white-gold flame as he gathers a surge of mana that detonates invisibly at the far end of the room to leave bodies crumpling like abandoned marionettes. Sammie might feel the mana batter her mind, but with the shielding wrapped around her it's more a stiff breeze than a hurricane.
«Auto-Judge[]» Ginny (#14136) rolls Gunnery vs TN 4 for "5 shots -1 for stationary, short range, through two due to firmpoints":
1 1 2 2 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Ginny (#14136) rolls 2 vs TN 4 for "Trying to ddoge":
3 5 = 1 Success
Sadly, the cybered up human stays standing, grinning evilly at Sammie as he raises his metal fist, rather than his shotgun at least. Which is when a Doberman drives in, opening fire and…. a gel round flies just past Sammie's nose, the elf on the other end of the controals groaning "You guys allright?" she asks, as most of the enemies are down, an ork groggily rising, trying to fire at Walker through squinting eyes
«Auto-Judge[]» Ginny (#14136) rolls 6 vs TN 14 for "Medium range, basically blind fire":
1 1 2 4 4 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Dr North (#13300) rolls Carromeleg + Combat Pool: 6 + 1 (Martial Art advantage bonus) vs TN 2 for "TN4 -1 (superior reach) - 1 (friend in melee)":
1 1 2 4 4 4 5 5 5 5 9 10 14 17 = 12 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Ginny (#14136) rolls 6 + 2 vs TN 5 for "Brawl, plus entire rest KP, trying to fight off two insane people":
1 1 2 2 2 3 4 22 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Ginny (#14136) rolls 6 vs TN 4: (4 Body)
1 4 4 4 9 9 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Sammie (#14228) rolls Karate + 4 vs TN 3:
1 1 2 2 4 4 4 5 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Ginny (#14136) rolls 6 vs TN 7 for "Brawl, trying to fight off two insane people +2 for M Stun":
2 2 3 4 4 7 = 1 Success
Sammie eyes narrow as the thug raises his cyber fist towards her, by the cast of her eyes anyone looking can tell she is smirking, as she responds to the brandished fist with a quick jab of her own cybered fist.
«Auto-Judge[]» Ginny (#14136) rolls 6 vs TN 6:
3 4 4 7 8 9 = 3 Successes
Having heard the magic blast rock through the garage, sending unconscious people flying in every direction, plus machine gun fire coming both directions, Chloe barely dare to pop back up from behind the car, but when she does, she notices the cybered-up fellow standing next to Sammie is still in the fight. Perhaps not wanting to accidentally hit her, Chloe instead leaps up and deftly vaults over the hood of the Mustang, then leaps into the air and turns over to so that when her foot connects to the cyborg's side, Chloe is entirely upside down, propping up her somersault kick with a single hand touching the floor. The kick sends him reeling, putting him neatly in position for Sammie's punch.
«Auto-Judge[]» Walker (#12094) rolls Intimidation for "Open Test, I think with the various mods for charisma, outnumbering, weapons, magic, imminent death and so forth I'm at like +9 or something :P":
2 4 4 4
«Auto-Judge[]» Walker (#12094) rolls Intimidation for "Reroll 1, KP2(?)":
2 3 4 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Walker (#12094) rolls Intimidation for "Reroll 2, KP4":
1 1 3 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Ginny (#14136) rolls 6 vs TN 8 for "Trying to survive a kick":
3 3 3 4 5 11 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Ginny (#14136) rolls 2 vs TN 17 for "I am cyberdude and I have enough willpower to resist.":
2 3 = 0 Successes
Advancing across the garage with an ominous expression, Walker draws one of his long knives from its sheath. There's something about the way it balances unerringly on the shaman's finger as he picks his way over unconscious bodies that should give most opponents some serious food for thought.
"Here's the thing," he begins conversationally when he's close enough to be heard, "While my friends here might be content to knock you around, I've not got the time to waste, so unless you want to see just how accurately I can sever your spinal column with this from here I /strongly/ suggest you fuck off." The knife twirls on its point, just once.
"Now."
Cyberguy squeaks and turns away, well, more…. crrawls away, leaving his shotgun behind. And there, in th e back is a shape, covered by a piece of cloth, footsteps closing in, running, firetruck-red hair visible
Sammie looks up to Ginny and says, "Keys, I will drive your ride if if you get the package.."
After Sammie finally knocks the cyborg on the floor, Chloe remains standing on one hand for an extra second before setting her feet down. She watches the remaining punks scarper, silently letting them run and putting her pistol away.
Ginny stops, reaching into a pocket and tossing the keys to Sammie, going over to pull the sheet away, letting out an ear-piercing scream as she sees the Tesla. Lowered to milimeters above the ground, the exhaust sticking out by miles, bending up "Wu won't like this." she offers, looking with wide eyes "They made this undriveable, those monsters!"
"Literally or figuratively?" Walker asks with an unconcerned expression after neatly tucking away his blade with a satisfied smirk. A quick glance and a nod are directed at the others. "Everyone OK?"
Chloe looks around at all the people on the floor, especially the poor sucker who got slashed really bad by Sammie's sword. Those still awake seems to have enough presence of mind to run, which is a relief. After looking around the place, almost a little bored, she eventually turns back to the car. "So… we tow it?"
Ginny blinks, looking over "I… I can technically drive it but… I'd scuff the front going over any curb, over anything…." she starts, looking in, stopping as she turns around "Do… do you think I should try restoring it to default or… just ride over and deliver as is?" she starts, looking around "We could use a crane with this clearance."
Giving the car a calculating look, Walker frowns. "I could probably move it if we needed to," he offers, "But the job was delivery, not delivery and a full service." An indifferent shrug lifts his shoulders, "If he wants it revamped he can sort it out on his dime."
Chloe looks at the car, wrinkling her nose a bit. "Looks like any other sportscar to me… they're meant to go on flat roads, aren't they?" She shrugs as well, "Or maybe not. I'm just afraid he'll pay us less if we deliver it poor condition."
Ginny stops "These are meant to have… clearance. Not ripping the bumper off at any bump or roadside…" she begins with a blink, rubbing her temple
"Or sit in garages so their owners can feel better about themselves," Walker quips sardonically. He rolls his eyes a little at the worrying over payment before letting out a soft, martyred sigh. "Call him. Ask what he wants done." A look is directed to Ginny. "Did I see winch controls on your van?"
"If it can be fixed quickly," Chloe says as she walks over to another car, casually inspecting it. "We shouldn't linger here any longer than absolutely necessary, those guys that left might be calling for backup as we speak." She looks a little annoyed, possible stressed out, over this fact. "Otherwise, let's just tow the damn thing."
«Auto-Judge[]» Walker (#12094) rolls Sorcery + Spell Pool: 7 + 2 (Totem) vs TN 7 for "F2 Megakinesis, because sometimes you just gotta flex on problems ;)":
1 1 1 1 2 2 2 3 3 4 4 4 5 5 9 9 = 2 Successes
"Cool," Walker comments absently as his eyes fix on the butchered sports car. After a few moments of silent concentration, the entire car gently lifts from the floor with a little bit of frowning effort on the shaman's part before gliding forwards. "Hook it up to the tow cable. I'll sit in the back and keep it low to the ground but keep it off any nasty bits of pavement."
«Auto-Judge[]» Walker (#12094) rolls Willpower vs TN 3 for "3D stun drain":
1 1 1 1 1 1 2 2 2 3 5 5 8 11 = 5 Successes
Ginny stops, quickly reaching for her phone "Yes. Hello. You wouldn't believe what they did to your car. It was low…" she stops, scrunching her eyebrows in anger "I see… yes. Yes. We'll deliver as is." she says, stopping the call, growling "Can we just beat himi up?" she starts, blinking at the lifted car
Chloe is keeping herself occupied by inspecting another car and throwing glances through the garage door, so she doesn't even notice that the sports car begins to float behind her. "So, what's the…" she says and turns around, only then seeing the damn thing flying. She laughs and shakes her head. "Well damn, problem solved I guess! Can we sit in it and fly home?"
"Once we get paid we can drop the damn thing in the river for all I care," Walker growls, clearly having to work harder than usual for this feat. Chloe's question elicits a grunt of laughter and a slightly reproachful look. "I ain't about to give the whole of Aurora some free target practice. You wanna go flying some time? Gimme a call." He nods towards the doors, "Seriously, can one of you get those open? I can just tell this is gonna end with a migraine…"
Ginny blinks, running over to quickly get the door open "Of course, of course!" she offers, blinking "Magic is really nifty, you know?"
As Ginny proceeds to open the garage doors, Chloe hops over to the shelf where the bucket of paint first stood. Her hand hovers over the different cans and bottles of chemicals lined up there. She decides to grab one, a plastic jug containing a pale blue liquid of some sort. Wordlessly, she turns around ands heads out, following the flying car.
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